Some days I believe it,
Others I don’t.
Could it be?
Signals can deceive.
Through all your times of lonesome,
I wanted to be there.
I wanted you to know that I was for you,
Against her,
And wanting to hurt anyone that felt different.
I was a secret shoulder for crying,
One that didn’t want you dying.
The one that would fret if you left,
And cried when you died.
Some days I believe it,
Others I don’t.
Could it be?
Signals can deceive.
Through all your times of lonesome,
I wanted to be there.
I wanted you to know that I was for you,
Against her,
And wanting to hurt anyone that felt different.
I was a secret shoulder for crying,
One that didn’t want you dying.
The one that would fret if you left,
And cried when you died.
I care.
More than you know.
Or do you?
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